“I told you I was going to be a mermaid when I grew up” — 12 Comments
My first thought on seeing this is how easy it would be for delusional women to take it seriously.
If they can have males jumping off mountains in squirrel suits and riding the wings like some flying squirrel… why not. Implant some scales in the legs, put on a power suit, and a rebreather system in the lungs, and hey, it can work.
Compared to some of the crazy stuff I see martial tourists and artists do, this is pretty normal. By certain definitions of normal, of course.
Oh, memories. When I was a kid, in the ’40s, long before Disney World and the other mega- attractions that swamped Florida, Weekiwachee Springs was a popular, but not too crowded, tourist attraction.
It was a wonderful setting for an aquarium, based on one of Florida’s magnificent spring fed rivers. But, typical of the tourist flim flam of the day had to have a hook to get the tourists. Theirs was the “Mermaids”, who swam around in strange outfits among the fish and manatees, and could be watched through viewing ports. While underwater they periodically breathed from air tubes scattered around their habitat.
So, these mermaids have virtual Grand-mother mermaids that go way back. Back to when Florida was relatively unspoiled and rather unspophisticated.
I don’t miss the mermaids, but I do miss those wonderful springs and crystal clear rivers.
I believe they started in 1947 when there was almost nothing on FL50 and US 19 which were two lane. Used to camp back behind there on the river. Can’t do that now. Still going and gets plenty of visitors.
Another Aha!
Looked up the Florida Aquarium because I was not familiar with it. Found it is in Tampa, my home town, located on the estuary which used to host the piers for the banana boats. When you drove by, there were always a few tramp steamers unloading various products. Looks like the aquarium is a few blocks south in an area which contained small ship repair yards, where tired old tramps got band aids and face lifts.
Suppose it is all upscale now. Just a couple of miles away, east of Ybor City, my war time home, church, and the elementary school attended by both my mother and me, are all gone. This was always the wrong side of the tracks, with industry and residential intermingled. All industrial now..
Ever changing landscape. Sometimes for the better.
why are there no *minority* mermaids
Diversity ? where is the diversity?
Just blondes too, explain that !
Just because.
Everyone knows that mermaids are blonde. Too bad, but that is just how they were created
My first thought was that if I’d seen them when I was about 12 I would have been devastatingly smitten. I used to fantasize about being some kind of water-dweller and I’d have thought I’d seen the mate of my dreams.
Molly, an Irish red head mermaid would be pretty funny.
I wonder what they feed them?
I’m reminded anew of the spectacular opportunities that markets create. Who could plan or predict that “the money’s good,” being a mermaid? Or that a child could make such a outlandish dream come true. It’s a beautiful and miraculous thing.
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My first thought on seeing this is how easy it would be for delusional women to take it seriously.
If they can have males jumping off mountains in squirrel suits and riding the wings like some flying squirrel… why not. Implant some scales in the legs, put on a power suit, and a rebreather system in the lungs, and hey, it can work.
Compared to some of the crazy stuff I see martial tourists and artists do, this is pretty normal. By certain definitions of normal, of course.
Oh, memories. When I was a kid, in the ’40s, long before Disney World and the other mega- attractions that swamped Florida, Weekiwachee Springs was a popular, but not too crowded, tourist attraction.
It was a wonderful setting for an aquarium, based on one of Florida’s magnificent spring fed rivers. But, typical of the tourist flim flam of the day had to have a hook to get the tourists. Theirs was the “Mermaids”, who swam around in strange outfits among the fish and manatees, and could be watched through viewing ports. While underwater they periodically breathed from air tubes scattered around their habitat.
So, these mermaids have virtual Grand-mother mermaids that go way back. Back to when Florida was relatively unspoiled and rather unspophisticated.
I don’t miss the mermaids, but I do miss those wonderful springs and crystal clear rivers.
I believe they started in 1947 when there was almost nothing on FL50 and US 19 which were two lane. Used to camp back behind there on the river. Can’t do that now. Still going and gets plenty of visitors.
Another Aha!
Looked up the Florida Aquarium because I was not familiar with it. Found it is in Tampa, my home town, located on the estuary which used to host the piers for the banana boats. When you drove by, there were always a few tramp steamers unloading various products. Looks like the aquarium is a few blocks south in an area which contained small ship repair yards, where tired old tramps got band aids and face lifts.
Suppose it is all upscale now. Just a couple of miles away, east of Ybor City, my war time home, church, and the elementary school attended by both my mother and me, are all gone. This was always the wrong side of the tracks, with industry and residential intermingled. All industrial now..
Ever changing landscape. Sometimes for the better.
why are there no *minority* mermaids
Diversity ? where is the diversity?
Just blondes too, explain that !
Just because.
Everyone knows that mermaids are blonde. Too bad, but that is just how they were created
My first thought was that if I’d seen them when I was about 12 I would have been devastatingly smitten. I used to fantasize about being some kind of water-dweller and I’d have thought I’d seen the mate of my dreams.
Molly, an Irish red head mermaid would be pretty funny.
I wonder what they feed them?
I’m reminded anew of the spectacular opportunities that markets create. Who could plan or predict that “the money’s good,” being a mermaid? Or that a child could make such a outlandish dream come true. It’s a beautiful and miraculous thing.